We all know the story of Ayoub (as) he was tested with his wealth, his children, his health and his exterior health ie his physical appearance. He continued to thank Allah, the pain he endured for 7 years increased day by day but it was very little compared to the many years he had a blessed life with children, with land of crops, farms, fields.

He was ashamed to ask Allah for help and complain about his misfortune thus he beared his poor life. Eventually, he raised his hands to Allah –

“…And [mention] Job, when he called to his Lord, “Indeed, adversity has touched me, and you are the Most Merciful of the merciful.” (Surah 21:83)

Immediately Allahs blessings showered him and he was stronger than before, his skin cleared and became softer, his weakness left him that even his wife didn’t recognise him. Subhanallah.

Lessons extracted for this Ummah.

Gratitude. Patience. Forgiveness. Mercy.

Wisdom behind these tests are only known by Allah the Most Wise. Little do we know our sins could be forgiven for every pain that is endured…

Astaghfirullah Astaghfirullah Astaghfirullah

Allah has the ability to make us sick and heal us, to make us poor and give us wealth. Grant us children and take them away.

Little do we know that our suffering will be the reason for our success in this life and the next life. Our conviction to Allah will prove that, we know He loves us, we know He is looking after us. We should also know that these tests are like gifts for us wrapped with His hidden Mercy, so beautiful that when we are rewarded Allah will bless us with more than what we imagined, more than what we asked for.

He is Allah. Lord of the Worlds.
The Most Gracious. The Most Merciful.
Never lose hope from His Mercy.

Travelling three thousand miles for a spiritual journey which requires the greatest of strengths and Faith, I will be taking a pilgrimage into old territory – A real journey, with all its danger and beauty and you can join me by donating to those in need.

UK to Palestine. This Ramadan, from 23rd June – 7th July, 2016 I will be staying in Jerusalem to experience the same path of those People of Faith that came before me. I will be walking on the same land as the Palestinians whose presence will be naturally comforting and humble and those children whose smiles are radiated by God’s Mercy. I will also be visiting refugee camps and spend time with the widows and orphans out there. I will be the guest of Palestine.

Already I feel overwhelmed knowing that I have been blessed for this incredible opportunity and the ability to take as much as I can along with me to support those who do not deserve to be ignored, those who are truly in need of our help. Our Ummah.

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This Ramadan will be a significant one. Many deaths have passed since the last one. It will be my first since Hajj. It will be my first in Palestine. It may also be my last. I have seen many people suffer; those who appear to be strong by face are suffering considerably inside. We all have a void inside us that only He knows how to fill it. To all the Muslims that I can reach out to in this message I ask for a small request, to make dua for our Ummah. For the Muslims in our community, our country and the world. The power we hold is in our hands, hands that we can raise and sincerely ask for His Mercy. He never leaves a prayer unanswered.

I was young when I received my very first present from my teacher; it was a token of appreciation for performing in front of a large gathering of Muslim sisters. I had a voice of an innocent child; sweet and pure. Alhamdulillah.

I placed my gift perfectly in the middle by clearing away everything from my shelf thus being the center of my attention. My gift was admired and observed many nights as I faded off to sleep wondering what it would be like when I‘m there, how will I react when I first see the Ka’ba, what will I wish for.

As years went by having faith amid life’s storm felt natural, I continued raising my hands in prayer asking for a chance to visit His House as that was the only place I wanted to be, even my dreams were blessed with such beauty and grandeur that it filled my heart with such happiness. I wanted this so badly that I begged for it to become a reality. Allah surely does listen, my invitation was accepted.

When the days came closer my feelings became stronger, I struggled to sleep in the midst of nights because I was extremely excited, overjoyed, all my life I have been waiting for this moment. I pictured nobody but myself standing in silence, in humility, like a slave in front of the Ka’ba. I pictured a sea of sweet tears rolling like never before. I pictured Noor shining on me and God speaking to me. I pictured a dream. My imagination was so strong that even I was choked by it. I prepared my outfit with great admiration. It is time. ‘Today I am going to my Lords House. Labbayk! He knows I’m coming, He can hear me!’ Lowering my gaze as I walked into the Masjid, I followed my brothers’ footsteps till I heard him say…

‘Bismillahi Allah hu Akbar.’ – In the name of Allah, Allah is the Greatest.

Gently, I lifted my head.

I was scared. My eyes dry, shaken with fear. My mouth wide open, I was speechless. My vision teeming – the beauty, the simplicity, it was perfection. I was staring at my hands, empty with nothing to offer. My well-rehearsed words all cluttered, scrambled up. I was stuck, like my soul just froze.

It wasn’t the same feeling that I imagined it to be, it wasn’t the same emotion that I built up all my life for when I will first see the Ka’ba. I was confused; it wasn’t what I dreamt of or what I pictured. As Muslims we have the ability to recognise that Allah alone is Lord of the Worlds, but as humans we have such limitations that our minds cannot comprehend His Might and Power and all His Attributes because it is so overwhelming. This is why it’s ‘He alone we worship, He alone we ask for help’, because it is He alone that’s worthy of worship and only He can help us when we are in need of absolutely anything.

It was only a few days later, from His Mercy, that my pathway was cleared and I was able to gently place both my hands and touch the Ka’ba. And that is when I spoke from my heart. Subhanallah